Sonnet 4. To M. Dauid Drummond As curious Dido Ænee did demand, To vnderstand vha wrakt his toun, and hou Him self got throu and come to Lybia land ; To vhom fra hand his body he did bou : With bendit brou, and tuinkling teirs, I trou, He said, if thou, O Quene, wald knau the cace Of Troy, alace ! it garis my body grou, To tell it nou, so far to our disgrace ; Hou, in short space, that som tym peirles place, Before my face, in furious fiammis did burne ; Compeld to murne, and than to tak the chace, I ran this race, bot nevir to returne : Sa thou, lyk Dido, Maister Dauid Drummond, Hes me to ansueir, by thy sonet, summond. |
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